Silver Quarter

Have you found a silver quarter

among the quarters in your stash?

When you grab it very quickly

and just think it's small change cash.

Did you dump it on the table

hear a clink among the clank?

I found two within a week

I have only God to thank.

Now it's nothing very special.

It's just a little treat.

but It's like a little treasure

that you find beneath your feet.

Now James my friend, he looked it up

and found they're somewhat rare

especially when their is a "D"

I can't see it, but it's there.

So now I'm a collector,

 of the clink among the clank.

I will have a special jar

that will be my clinky bank.

Ink, Paint, and Cloth

An art show by

Jill Skeie

I will be having an art show displaying my watercolor and acrylic paintings, my hooked rugs,

and some of my poems thrown in just for fun.

Would love to have you come!

South Perry Pizza

 1101 south Perry

 Artist reception Thursday, from 5-8

The show will be there until July 20th,

Good morning. I just realized there are no rugs on my blog. Now what is a blog without rugs I ask? Nothing but cold feet.  So here are a couple hooked rugs that I had a great time making.

When I Grow up

I have been graciously invited to a dinner put on by the Big Table people tomorrow night. While I was sitting on the little deck this morning having my coffee, out popped a poem for them.  here goes...

When I grow up
I will be a guest,
fun shoes and a hat,
creatively dressed.

I won't wear an apron,
or non-skid black shoes,
but will pick a silk dress,
in my fa-vo-rite blues.

Won't carry four dinners,
up over my head,
feel that everyday ache,
when I hit the bed.

I'll walk in and say
"Yes, a table for four,
over there by the window,
not near the front door"

"May I have a lemon
for my water please?
And an appie of rosemary
crackers with cheese?"

"Oh yes, take my plate
and refill my glass."
Oh here she comes now,
with my lemon sea bass.

And when it's all done,
and the evening is through,
I'll tell you what this
gray old lady will do.

They'll wheel me and lift me,
back onto the bus,
to the brick nursing home.
I won't make a fuss.

To my spot in the hall
with a smile on my face,
I'll be so very glad,
to be done with this race.

So that's how I see it,
some day when I'm old.
But that's not today,
I have napkins to fold.

Two Me's

Have you ever been a waitress? Well that is what I do, at a fantastic, fantastic place. This little poem is what happened to me yesterday. I was serving a baby shower on one side of a wall with very happy people celebrating the new little life. On the other side of the wall, I was serving very sad people from a funeral that should not have happened.  Here's what came out...

Serving two sides
of a wall made of brick
being two Me's
will be quite a trick.

One side of pink
of giggles and glee,
wondering what this
new life will be.

One side of gray,
of black, and of brown.
Of faces too sad,
too sad for a frown.

How do I approach,
both sides of the wall?
Cheerful and bubbles,
invisible and small.

I'll offer dessert,
It is worth a shot.
Don't know about them
It helps me a lot.

Not one bite of a treat,
they're too sad to taste,
Oh, if I could help,
not a minute I'd waste.

What will pop through?

What's up? What's new?
What will pop through?
The ground will show
me life to view.

Will it be red,
white, pink, or blue,
or just a leaf,
with pale green hue?

The spring is what,
 the yard is for.
Winter will soon knock
back on the door.

So enjoy each sprout,
that pops it's head.
Last week the ground,
was all but dead.

Get out, enjoy,
this is your chance,
you have three weeks,
 a short spring dance!

(funny what pops in my mind while I am washing my hair)  :-)

One Legged Seagull

So I was on a little picnic at my Manito pond, and this little one legged seagull just stood close by me and just waited for me to write her a poem.  Here it is..

My dear one legged seagull,
just standing next to me,
get up and flap your wings,
and fly-you will be free.

Oh I know you have but one good leg,
you have convinced me it is true
but if you flap those silly wings,
your joy, it will be new.

You'll fly over my Manito,
and see amazing things.
Stop looking at your one lone foot,
and flap your big white wings.

Over the old men on the bench,
chatting up about the day.
Over the boys, run-ning along,
with fishing net they play.

You'll fly over all the houses,
with people in the yard.
Enjoy your flight, one legged friend,
though flapping might be hard.

Oh yes you'll see gulls trot about,
on nice webbed feet of two,
but fly my friend, enjoy the day,
Your wings were made for you!